74. We’re All Out
Of Grateful
Two days later I felt well enough to go to work. Every time I
got out of my desk chair, a muscle spasm stabbed me in the back.
“I should be grateful,” I said to myself. “A lot of people suffer
way more than I do. Street Sign is dying of cancer and not complaining.” I made a list of people whose lives seemed tougher
than mine. I shoulded on myself a little
more. I should buck up. I should be glad
I have a job. I should accept I got what
I deserved for not doing what I was supposed to.
Most days I could be very grateful. I had learned to accept what I had to accept,
let go when I could, and find the positive in negative situations. Most days,
but not that day. The best I could do
was be grateful I’d likely be more grateful the next day.
Today I’ll
be as grateful as I can manage.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by
Ken Montrose
Life on Life's Terms III is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the
characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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